In the Language Institute Building Room 303 at Yingbo University, Lin Feng didn't have much else to do, so he arrived early, found a spot at the back of the classroom, and casually flipped through this French textbook…
When the French language students entered, they all noticed a stranger in the back row and were surprised to see how young he looked. They thought to themselves that they had never seen anyone come to audit a French class before.
Since they all knew each other from the same class, no one paid him much attention, after all, this wasn't middle or high school.
It wasn't until the bell for class rang that everyone realized their usual punctual teacher, Teacher Raphael, hadn't appeared yet.
"Strange, why hasn't Teacher Raphael come yet?"
"The department didn't announce any changes to the schedule; maybe something came up and he's running late."
"It's a headache, it's always such a headache every time."
......
As these murmurs sounded below, Lin Feng saw that the bell had rung, stood up, closed the book calmly, and walked forward.
"Your teacher couldn't make it today because of some issues, so I'll be taking over. My name is Lin Feng," he announced as he walked.
Swipe.
All eyes instantly turned to Lin Feng, and when they saw that it was the young man who had been sitting at the back of the room from the beginning, many of them couldn't help but laugh.
Because Lin Feng looked so young, seemingly younger than many of them there, and they knew that, unless you were a French native speaker, it was practically impossible to teach French if you weren't over thirty. And here he was, looking younger than most, joking about teaching them French.
Not a single person believed what Lin Feng said, thinking he was just playing a joke on them.
"Junior, stop kidding around. If you leave now, it's not too late, and we won't tell anyone," said some of the second-year students half-jokingly.
"No, come on, give us a class then. Let's see what sort of level the person claiming to replace our Teacher Raphael has. Haha…" someone else mocked from the side.
Lin Feng glanced at them and, without paying them any attention, continued to walk toward the front.
"Big Bear, looks like some rich young master is here chasing our campus belle again…" At this, one student nudged a large, round-shouldered person next to him.
Li Yong, a physical education student with a talent in sports, who, standing nearly two meters tall, loved basketball. His weight of 130 kilograms meant he could play center on the team and dominate the court with his advantage. Because of his height and weight, he was aptly nicknamed "Big Bear."
Li Yong was good to his friends and brothers, loud and impulsive but also loyal. He had been in more than a few fights with local thugs to help out a classmate. People who just met him were intimidated by his size and voice, but those who knew him were aware that he was actually quite amiable with his classmates, enjoying good rapport with them.
"I f***ing hate these rich kids," Li Yong grumbled unhappily, just as Lin Feng happened to walk by him.
"How old are you anyway? You hardly have whiskers to show, thinking you're playing teacher after watching too many movies. Do you need me to escort you out..." Li Yong, feeling irritated, intended to stand up and remove this presumptuous young master, who he found quite annoying.
"No need to stand up to greet me." Li Yong, weighing 260 pounds and almost two meters tall, was halfway to standing up imposingly when Lin Feng casually lifted his hand and patted Li Yong's shoulder.
Li Yong sat back down like a student respectfully greeting a teacher who had kindly patted his shoulder.
"What the hell, when did Big Bear become so obedient?"
"What's gotten into Big Bear today, has he had a change of heart?"
"Can't believe it, Big Bear actually sat down…"
"Could it be they know each other, and they're putting on a play to amuse us?"
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Many people around were curious, not understanding what had happened to Li Yong.
Ling Feng then walked to the lectern in a normal manner.
Listening to what the others said, Li Yong knew best in his heart; his pulse rapidly accelerating. F***, it's not that he sat down because he was told to, that supposedly light and friendly pat felt to him like he was suddenly pressed down by a mountain, all his bones felt like they were coming apart. He had collided with professional basketball players and received full-force tackles in American football without feeling this bad, and now his body felt like it was falling apart. He would have liked to stand up, but he couldn't.
What the hell, this is too weird, am I cursed!
Li Yong knew how strong he was; carrying someone on his shoulder wouldn't bother him at all, but this Lin Feng simply slapped him once, and then he couldn't stand up.
Although he found it eerie, he wasn't foolish. He knew the issue definitely stemmed from that slap Lin Feng had given him. A chill crept into his heart. Just who was this guy, looking like some young master?
How could he be so spooky.
It wasn't until Lin Feng walked onto the stage that Li Yong's shoulders began to feel a bit better. He rubbed the sore and aching area and knew this was no illusion. Could this person have some special ability?? Forget it, let's not bother with him for now. We'll take our time to figure it out later; I must find out who he really is.
Li Yong massaged the sore spot on his shoulder, damn it really ****** hurt, what the hell is his hand made of? Don't ****** tell me he's like a future cop from the movies.
Standing at the podium and glancing down at the students, Lin Feng spoke, "Today I'll be subbing the class, so from now on, let's all try to speak in French as much as possible."
"I believe that the students here in class truly love the French language." Lin Feng began with his first sentence in French, grace in his demeanor, articulating with a standard no more precise could be.
As soon as Lin Feng spoke, he stunned everyone into silence. Their eyes were glued to him, unmoving. In that moment, they finally understood why Lin Feng was chosen to teach them—damn, his pronunciation was simply too accurate. It felt just like hearing Alain Delon speak in a French film. How could anyone speak French so authentically? Even our French Teacher Raphael didn't have such a perfect accent. Where on earth did this young man named Lin Feng come from??
Anyone who studies French knows one law: not only is French difficult to learn, it's even more difficult to master, especially the pronunciation. Many French people themselves can't speak it perfectly, let alone others. But to see this young man, not much older than themselves, speaking French at such an unbelievable level was simply demonic.
However precise the language was, many still didn't believe in letting him substitute teach.
On the contrary, some were quite annoyed. Among them, a guy who usually prided himself on speaking the best French was so astounded by Lin Feng's words that he went silent. Suddenly, within the quiet classroom, a male student sporting large glasses, driven by sour envy and a mocking tone, quietly retorted in French, "Idiot, sick in the head."
The voice wasn't loud, but at that moment it was so clear and distinct.
"That fellow student, your pronunciation of 'idiot' is problematic." Lin Feng didn't get angry with them, like an adult looking at a group of bare-bottomed toddlers learning to speak. Even if they were being mischievous, he wouldn't truly get angry. He zeroed in on the spectacle-wearing guy and continued in French,
"You made several mistakes with that sentence…" Lin Feng then proceeded to meticulously explain the errors in the sentence the student had just spat out. He pointed out the mistakes in French pronunciation and explained them in Chinese one by one, pinpointing five errors in just that short sentence, discussing them in detail…
The guy with the glasses—and the others listening below—were dumbfounded.
After explaining, Lin Feng didn't forget to repeat the phrase "Idiot, sick in the head" several times to the bespectacled male student in his own tone of voice, using perfect French.
"Do you understand now, student? If it's still not clear, I can explain it again."
The glasses-wearing student already dared not look Lin Feng in the eyes and wished he could bury his head in the ground. Lin Feng would meticulously dissect each word, looking at him intently, speaking directly to him.
If one disregarded the meaning of the sentence and considered it purely as an example for instruction, then this explanation would certainly be unforgettable and profoundly impressionable.
Especially since Lin Feng was so thorough, many below him followed along with the reading.
And as Lin Feng finished, everyone unconsciously looked at him. When everyone is looking at you saying…
"Idiot, sick in the head"
"Idiot, sick in the head."
...…
The taste of that moment was definitely not pleasant, and there was simply no way to say otherwise. It was like swallowing bitter medicine without being able to express the pain.
The unspeakable embarrassment was shamefully profound.
Everyone was following along naturally because Lin Feng had just finished explaining and then corrected it repeatedly, prompting the natural response from the audience. When people realized the situation and saw the glasses-wearing male student hunch so low he nearly buried his head between his knees, some couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Meanwhile, some people's perceptions of Lin Feng began to change, and they came to understand one thing: this young man named Lin Feng wasn't just good with words; he had genuine substance. His overall grasp of French reached an incredibly high level, with precise attention to detail that was very demanding. No wonder he could speak the language so well. Even their Teacher Raphael had never explained things with such finesse. This was what a true teacher looked like.
At that moment, both reigning beauties of Yingbo University, Mao Rongrong and Ye Xiaoyu, looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes. Renowned not just for their beauty but also their intelligence, they had come to understand the level Lin Feng had reached with the French language—a domain comparable, if not surpassing, the proficiency of 99.999% of normal people with their mother tongue.
How old was he, after all? At most, no older than themselves. How did he learn?
Mao Rongrong was ranked number 5 on the Yingbo University campus beauty leaderboard, an embodiment of the traditional beauty with a gentle disposition.
Ye Xiaoyu was Mao Rongrong's best friend from childhood, equally a campus beauty; though she only ranked number 10 on the beauty leaderboard, her figure was explosively attractive, in perfect contrast to her childlike features—body of a woman and face of a child. Outgoing and quirky by nature, the pairing of these two beauties led to frequent fantasies. Some even imagined that winning their hearts would be an even greater feat than pursuing the number one beauty on the leaderboard, as the differences at the top of the list were so slight.